Of my two kids, they both love to bake, but Jack loves to cook. When he sees me starting to cook, he runs to get his stool and pulls it around the kitchen island to help out. He loves to put the ingredients into the bowl. He will let me measure out the ingredients, but it is his job to pour. He will remind me, "my job" or "I do it by myself". On this day he was shredding potatoes for Easter dinner. Maybe one day he will be Wolfgang Jack.
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